...shing the hood with relish and smiled in satisfaction at a job well done. It was so clean that she could admire her own reflection, slightly distorted, in the curved metallic blue surface.
A frown suddenly marred her expression as she discovered a microscopic dent on the fender and promptly began inspecting for other nicks and scratches.
He knew she’d be obsessing over that imperfection for the next hour if he didn’t do something. So he sprayed her with the hose to get her attention.
“Ben!” she sputtered.
Pushing the hair out of her eyes, she glared at him. She was dripping wet.
“What was that for?”
“You looked hot,” he said with a smirk. “I thought I’d help you cool off.”
Gwen muttered something under her breath and marched back into the garage, where she grabbed a towel and dried off her face. She then proceeded to unbutton her denim cutoffs and slowly shimmy out of them, finally getting them off and tossing them onto a nearby bench.
He openly gaped at her, transfixed.
The water had soaked through the denim and into her bikini bottom. Damp spots on her bikini top also appeared as the water seeped in.
She shivered in cold, and her nipples tigh...